psychette: (kira costume)
Things were buzzing at Comic Con. People milling here and there, some in costume, some without. Somewhere near the entrance...

"Com'n, we're gonna miss it!" Jackie urged, absentmindedly tugging on her arm bands. She was loving her Kira costume this year, getting quite a few thumbs up from passers-by...ignoring the fact most of them were thirty-ish guys who probably still lived with their mom.

"Chuck, I thought you wanted to be at this auction thing too. What's taking so long?"
psychette: (Horatio style)
Jackie's apartment building was one of many in that section of the suburbs of Santa Barbara, California. There was a road going by in front, beyond that was a few cabins and a bit of a distance beyond that, the ocean could be seen. It was about 10am, the surfer dudes were already in full swing, catching waves and flirting with the local bikini clad women sunning themselves on the beach.

Jackie hadn't packed much, she probably wouldn't be gone long. She left a note for Shawn about how to take care of the cat, said goodbye to Remington, and pulled her little suitcase on its wheels out the door to lock up the apartment.
Now all she had to do was wait for her new friend to show up.
psychette: (Default)
Shawn's made a quick recovery from his previous reaction. "Helloooo....there....as my charmingly deceptive cousin has probably told you, I am Shawn Spencer. Head psychic for the SBPD. And...you are? OW!" Gus smacks his arm, "Cut that out."
Shawn rubs his arm, looking incredibly hurt at his partner.
That smirk from before is back on Jane's face. At first he was against this idea of meeting Jackie's supposedly psychic cousin, but this was actually entertaining enough to interest him...for now. He was going to enjoy outing this one.
"From your friend Gus' reaction, I'd say you two know me pretty well already. So you can drop the act."
Suddenly Jackie is wondering what she thought would be fun about bringing these two together. She could almost see Shawn digging in like a dog with a bone, unwilling to give it up.

"Act?? Act, he says. Did you hear him, Gus?" Gus gives him a sidelong glance, oh no, he's not backing you up in this one. Deep down, he's pretty sure this Jane character is really psychic and he's having enough trouble trying to keep his thoughts moving to prevent any mind reading or probing.
"I'll have you know," Shawn went on, moving towards his desk to sit. "I've solved over 30 cases with the police department. THAT my friend is not an act." He plunks his feet up on his desk, self satified as can be. "We even solved the murder of a dead seal."
"Shabby was a sea lion," Gus corrected.
"Sea lion, seals..."
"They're not the same, Shawn."
"Boys, boys! Play nice." Jackie jumped in before things could go any further, or so she thought.
"Interesting," Jane said, ignoring her and focusing on Shawn. "Large ego, demeanor of a habitual liar, childish behavior...your police department must be very lax in it's standards to keep you on for this long."
"Wow..." Shawn leaned back. "Better make sure Lassie never hears you say that, he might take offense...and that man has way too many guns and absolutely no sense of humor. And I'll have you know I pull my weight same as everyone else in the department.'
Jackie hides a smirk at that in her hand and gets a crumpled up piece of paper in the face from Shawn for her trouble. Jane turns from Shawn to focus on Gus, knowing that will aggravate Shawn to have attention off of him. Besides, Gus is looking nervous...easy to play off of. "And you, you go along with this. When are you going to stop him from walking all over you? He's going to drag you down with him one of these days."
"Shawn..." Gus' knees are practically knocking together. "He's doing that creepy mind reading thing again..."
"Oh Gus, stop being a plastic pink flamingo." Shawn points at Jane as he says, "I'll have you know I don't drag him anywhere he doesn't want to go...deep down y'know...he just doesn't know it yet."
"I see..." Patrick is well aware of the mortified look Jackie is giving him and he gives her one back that says I did try to warn you, not my fault this is happening.

"Besides," Shawn continues. "How's what you do any different? You've got a costume, you play your part, hoping to get close to a certain killer before the police figure out you've got a vendetta against him..."
Jane stares back without blinking for a second before leaning back in the comfy chair with a smile. "Googled me, did you?"
"Pfft, no." Shawn says, his hands already far enough away from the computer keyboard to be innocent as he says it. "Sure you did, and that's good. Really good you put that together. Guess I'll just have to kill all of you now that you've found out my secret."
Shawn doesn't react, but Gus turns about ten shades of white, which isn't easy for a black man, his hand scrambling around behind him for his minibat. Jackie rolls her eyes, stopping his frantic reaching with a hand on his arm. "Cut it out, Gus. He's messing with you."
Gus clutches his minibat. "Better safe than sorry."
Jackie does a facepalm into her hand. "Oy vey...maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

Part 2...wondering what to put in part 3...
psychette: (Horatio style)
"Come on, please?" Jackie asked, putting on the most innocent earnest look she had in her, her eyes on the man in the driver's seat.
"No." Patrick Jane shook his head definitively, giving her a sidelong glance. A smirk crept up the side of his mouth. "The look is good though. Just a bit softer on the eyes, you'd be a bit more convincing."

Jackie narrowed them instead. They were sitting in Jane's car outside the Psych office. "You've come this far, at least you could say hi."
"Why should I? I've got nothing to say to him...nothing he'd want to hear or you for that matter. I thought he was family."
"He is! It's just..." Jackie threw her arms up, a bit exasperated. "I don't know, I just thought it would be nice if the two psychic..."

Jane put up a warning finger with a look.

"...my two 'pretend' psychic friends could meet and say hi and get along. Is that so much to ask?"
"Yes, yes it is. What he does isn't police work, he does it just for fun."
"So do you."
That actually Jane couldn't deny. Jackie opened the door and hopped out of the car. "Are you coming? It's not like he's gonna bite. Unless, y'know....you're afraid." Her turn to smirk, she did indeed play a very cheap card but she figured it would be worth it in the end. Jane scoffed, "Afraid? That's rich, even if it was your last ditch effort." He sighed, looking from the bright green sign to Jackie and back. Finally, he unbuckled his seatbelt, pointing at her. "You asked for this, remember that."
Jackie was too busy congratulating herself to care, grinning happily as she and Jane walked up to the office and knocked on the door.
Gus was the one to open the door. It was at this point the plan started to fall apart. There was a look of brief terror over Gus' features when he saw Jane that Jackie didn't quite catch in time. "Hey, Gus, what's..."
SLAM! The door shut quickly in their faces. "....up?"
They both stood there for a second.
"Does that happen often?" Jane asked, looking a bit confused.
"Sorry, sometimes they're a bit....weird." Jackie knocked again, a bit more forcefully. "Gus, come on, open the door!"

*************


"It's HIM!" Gus was doing a stage whisper at Shawn as he crouched behind the closed door. Shawn looked over from his seat at his desk, his feet causually up over his keyboard and desk trinkets. "Him? Him who? Gus, what's gotten into you? Is there a zombie at the door? Cause if there is, you know we're gonna regret not getting those air rifles when I said we should have."
Gus practically crawled over. "You know HIM! That guy, the tv psychic."
"Ha, you're imagining things, Gus. Why would Patrick Jane even come here, he's not even..." Jackie's voice floated in from outside. "Gus, let us in, this is silly."
Shawn's feet came off his desk and he was at the window like a shot, peering through the blinds. "...she didn't..." Those wavy curls and gray three piece suit were unmistakable. Shawn turned, backed against the blinds as if that would keep them out better. "Oh Mylanta, it IS him!"
Gus had managed to get up off the floor and was frantically looking around the office for a way out. "What do we do?! What do we do?!"
Shawn thought for a second. "...don't open the door?"
"Shawn!"
"Well, they'll have to leave sometime. We'll be no worse for wear."
"But Jackie's with him, you're just gonna leave her out there too?"
"Me? You're the one who slammed the door in their faces!"
Their argument is brought to an abrupt halt, both of them jump sky high as Jackie bangs on the glass behind Shawn, glaring. Her voice is a bit muffled by the glass. "Hi, Shawn. Open the door."
Shawn wheels on her, "Jackie, I am shocked, SHOCKED that you would bring the enemy here."
"He is not! He's a good friend and I thought you two would like to meet each other. Why you gotta make this difficult?" Jackie put her hands on her hips.
Shawn gasps, his face sorrowful. "Oh Jackie, he didn't...he's put you up to this, hasn't he? With his jedi mind tricks. Com'n Jackie, don't be like that, don't go to the dark side! Come back to us!"
Jackie gives him a look, her arms folded. "Really? Star Wars? You're going with that?"

"Why not?" Jane remarks as he's strolling into the room. "Sounded like a well used reference to me." Both of the boys react with a pretty girlish sounding scream at his sudden entrance. Jane takes a step back hesitantly at their reaction. "Have they had their shots?" he asks Jackie, who's still on the other side of the glass. She's just as surprised that he's inside already, pointing at him. "How did you...? Never mind. Gus let me in." She walks away from the window and a few seconds later, Gus is letting her in through the door.

Part 1 of who-knows-where-this-is-going....written with much love for [livejournal.com profile] dial_a_psychic and [livejournal.com profile] clearlythatsme

Uh oh...

Feb. 11th, 2010 02:02 pm
psychette: (disgusted)
Mun has gone over to the dark side....

[livejournal.com profile] a_good_agent

Sorry, Shawn. It's hard to say no to Patrick Jane.
psychette: (Default)
...when Jackie was Q for a day?

...when Jackie left for Starfleet?

...all three versions of the Unconscious Game?

...with their respective CSI spinoffs? Mac Taylor and Horatio Caine

...when Shawn and Jackie stole Henry's truck?

...when Jackie kissed Chekov?

...when Jackie first moved in?
psychette: (Default)
*table set, food steaming away merrily*
psychette: (Default)





You Scored as M4 Assault Rifle

You are one of the most popular weapon of the world. Used by regular infantry to Special Forces you are supreme. Countries from around the world use this gun. It is for Long and Short range. It is the little brother of the Colt M16. You must like American Made guns to because the M4 is full American.

psychette: (listening)
[in reference to this video]

(4:14:01 AM) jackie!mun: .....why does Peter get the girls part??
(4:14:15 AM) jackie!mun: granted....girl voice on Sylar would be......really really funny
(4:14:19 AM) spocklar!mun: yes
(4:15:19 AM) jackie!mun: ha! holding notes!!
(4:15:31 AM) jackie!mun: dat's brilliant
(4:15:36 AM) spocklar!mun: yup
(4:15:46 AM) jackie!mun: didn't realize there were that many note holding scenes
(4:15:56 AM) jackie!mun: have to add that to the list
(4:16:19 AM) jackie!mun: notes, waffles....
(4:16:24 AM) jackie!mun: brains
(4:16:27 AM) jackie!mun: Mr. Muggles....
(4:18:34 AM) jackie!mun: yeah if that video actually happened....like they were trying to one up each other
(4:18:38 AM) jackie!mun: New York would have exploded
(4:18:46 AM) spocklar!mun: haha it would have
(4:18:55 AM) jackie!mun: be like, yup sorry....end of the series
(4:19:03 AM) jackie!mun: they had to see who was better
(4:19:25 AM) spocklar!mun: the screen would go black and you'd hear Peter
(4:19:27 AM) spocklar!mun: "Aw, crap."
(4:19:30 AM) jackie!mun: LOL
(4:19:53 AM) jackie!mun: you could hear dead Nathan facepalming
(4:21:35 AM) spocklar!mun: Sylar: ......you idiot
(4:21:41 AM) jackie!mun: bwahaha
(4:21:50 AM) jackie!mun: they should totally make that as an alternate ending
(4:22:14 AM) jackie!mun: "yeah well....I can throw stuff with my mind!"
(4:22:23 AM) jackie!mun: "I can too, I can throw stuff farther!"
(4:22:27 AM) jackie!mun: "Can not!"
(4:22:31 AM) jackie!mun: "Can too!"
(4:23:18 AM) jackie!mun: *hiro goes flying by spluttering in japanese*
(4:23:23 AM) spocklar!mun: haha
(4:23:23 AM) jackie!mun: *followed by Noah*
(4:24:05 AM) jackie!mun: "I could totally explode bigger than you can."
(4:24:08 AM) jackie!mun: "Nuh uh."
(4:24:20 AM) jackie!mun: "yah-huh."
(4:25:51 AM) jackie!mun: ..........is the sugar high obvious? :D
(4:26:26 AM) spocklar!mun: yes
(4:26:27 AM) spocklar!mun: it is
psychette: (sad)
The overhead PA was paging Dr. Smythe to Post-Op and where was Dr. Yao? Everything about a hospital seemed to be white and sterile, even the air smelled like it had been scrubbed with alcohol disinfectant just to be safe.
Lying on a hospital bed, Jackie appeared to be resting comfortably...as comfortably as one could look with a tube down their throat and various other tubes taped and stuck in them. Her breathing was rhythmic with the machine next to her, her vitals showing up on a screen off to the side. The doctor had said it was touch and go for awhile, but she was "stable"...whatever that means.

ooc: spin off of a fic and thread with [livejournal.com profile] dial_a_psychic but open to others if they want to visit her in the hospital :)
psychette: (Default)
It wasn't a pretty sight, that was for sure. Horatio shifted his weight to his other foot, surveying the scene. He'd seen crime scenes like this before, nothing really new about it. Neighbors hear gunshots, family found dead in their living room, possibly a robbery gone bad. The wife had bled out the most for some reason.
But Horatio wasn't looking at the blood or the crime scene at all really. He wasn't frowning but to anyone looking at him, you could tell he wasn't pleased at all. It was the new intern that had been assigned to his group today. Their grades had been good, very good in fact. And an impressive resume. But as H watched, it was becoming apparent they had absolutely no field experience.
This started when they'd entered the room. While H surveyed the scene, the intern Chris had been trying not to lose his lunch. Horatio had had to remind him about gloving up after that and now Chris was fumbling around with an evidence bag nervously.
It was all Horatio could do to keep from sighing out loud. Nope, this one was not going to make it long with his department if he had anything to say about it.
There was a slight noise near his elbow as a girl was offering him coffee from a cardboard holder in her hands. "They said cream, no sugar, hope that's alright," she said with a bit of a smile. Though her eyes were traveling more to the scene in front of them than on Horatio. He accepted the coffee gratefully, maybe it would make the day a bit better.....probably not, but it was something. Sipping it, he studied the coffee girl. She was transfixed by the crime scene, staring at it, but not like most people do. This wasn't a look of disgust or being nauseous like poor Chris had been earlier. No, this looked more like she was thinking...like there was something going on in that head of hers as her eyes flicked around. Horatio suddenly wanted to know. "What do you see?"
Her reverie broken, she looked up at him, a bit confused by the sudden question out of the blue. "Oh....I was just...wondering if the girl was alright."
Now it was H's turn to be confused. "Girl? What girl do you mean?"
"....the one who was visiting here." Her voice trailed off, everyone was looking their direction, even Chris from his carefully positioned spot he was kneeling on the floor. They all had looks that said, what is she talking about, does she even belong here? One of the policemen was even giving Horatio a look that said, I can get her off this crime scene, just say the word. But H's reaction was different than theirs. "What makes you think there was a girl here?" he asked with his head tilted to the side.
"Well I mean..." all the eyes on her, it was a bit difficult to answer so she cleared her throat before continuing. "There's a family picture there," she pointed to a group photo on the wall, a young girl in it grinning through a gap in her teeth, her hair done up in two pigtails with yellow ribbons. She points at a dark spot just under the couch. "There's a ribbon down there, looks like the same kind as in the picture." Everyone bends in unison to look down below the couch where no one had looked before. Sure enough, there sat the piece of ribbon, one lone drop of blood stuck to it.
A smile hovered on Horatio's mouth. "Good. You have an eye for detail."
Chris was confused, "I didn't see that."
The sigh came, H couldn't stop it this time. "That's because you weren't looking for it." He leaned over, taking the evidence bag from Chris. "Out."
Chris blinked a couple of times. "I...what?"
"Outside. Go."
Chris left, not wanting to question Horatio further and grateful to be away from the dead people....starting to rethink his initial career as a medical secretary.
"What's your name?" H asked the coffee girl.
"Jackie, sir. I'm an intern at the crime lab. Though..." she lowered her eyes to look off to the side a bit unhappy. "They said I'd be in observation mode for awhile so someone told me to go on a coffee run for the people here since it was going to be a long case....am I in trouble?" Now she looked worried, had she said something wrong?
But Horatio was smiling as he slipped on his shades and reached to take away the cardboard holder of coffee cups, handing it to the nearest tech carrying stuff. "I think you've done enough observing, time for you to do some real work. Let's find that missing girl."
Jackie smiled.

inspired with much love by [livejournal.com profile] lt_horatiocaine
psychette: (worried)
Ahhhhhahahhhhhhhaaaaa!!! Why is Sylar around every freakin' corner man???!!! *totally not hugging a pillow or anything.....why would you even think that?*
psychette: (santa barbara)
The once quiet neighborhood is bustling with activity now. At first, it was an ambulance. Now there are a few police cars showing up. An officer is taping off the crime scene.

It's the courtyard of a hotel in Miami, one of those that was built to simulate being in Mexico. The courtyard is lined with brown flagstones, a decorative fountain in the middle. The hotel curves around the courtyard with a few staircases leading up to the various levels of rooms.

There's a man's silk tie on the ground near the body. He appears to be a janitor for this estate according to his name tag. There's two bullet holes in his side and one in his foot. A few shell cases on the ground as well near the wall.

The paramedics are working on getting a stretcher with Jackie on it into the ambulance.

ooc: if anyone else joins in csi-ish, horatio gets to take point on this case.
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